ATF Universe
Disclaimer: The guys belong to MGM, Trilogy etc. The AU is ATF..thanks Mog....I borrowed the references to the Flying Fortress from World War II History books and novels that I have read. They do not reflect anyone's AU or other stories as this is a slash story that takes place in the present..with Vin creating a little fun for Chris's and a whole lot of loving....Chris and Vin live in the present time...they work as ATF agents...Chris and Vin are lovers....Vin indulges Chris is one of his hobbies and interests...So no one get all worked up...except Chris and Vin of course...This is just for fun and enjoyment....Treat it as such.....
Chris Larabee finished pulling on his boots as he stared across the room at his sleeping companion. Vin used to awaken whenever he felt Chris's weight leave the bed. A light sleeper not used to the security of anyone looking out for him, Vin had slowly over the last few months learned to feel safe in his new home. Lot's of mornings Chris could sit and watch Vin softly sleeping, luxuriating in the sight of the soft auburn hair and the long lashes against Vin's handsome face.Sighing, Chris called again. "Vin!! Come on! Get up! We've got to get the horses done before we can leave."
Rolling over, Vin stared out at Chris over the top of his comforter. "Chris..." Vin's voice was somewhere between a whine and a moan. "It's Saturday. Ain't it your turn to feed this week?" Burrowing deeper, Vin tried to hide in the warmth of the blankets.
"Vin, we've got to get moving if we're gonna get a good place at the airstrip when the planes come in." Chris threw Vin's sneaker at the lump where Vin's knees should be and continued. "You promised you would go with me. I know it's not your thing, but my grandfather used to fly in one and I want you to see what it was like." Smacking Vin on the thigh with his palm, Chris 'accidentally' pulled the covers off Vin as he sweep out of the room.
Vin could hear Chris's soft laughter heading toward the kitchen. Moaning softly Vin eased himself upright and sat with his elbows on his knees. Shaking his head slowly he smiled and headed for the bathroom to get dressed.
Brushing his teeth, Vin inwardly resigned himself to a day of hanging out at an old airstrip watching World War II airplanes land and take off while trying to stay warm. When Chris had found out from the paper that the Confederate Air Force was coming to Denver, he had been as excited as a kid at Christmas. Chris had about every book every written on the WWII European Air War. Vin had tried reading a few of them, but didn't have the reading skills to stay with the long stories. Chris had introduced him to all the great WWII movies, however and Vin loved watching them especially with Chris snuggled next to him on the couch. The two of them must have seen Twelve O'Clock High at least twenty times.
Pulling on another sweater as he headed down the hall, Vin could hear Chris's singing softly. A sure sign that Chris was in a good mood. Vin vowed that he would do nothing to spoil his lover's day or mood.
Driving down the road to the airstrip, Chris continued his running commentary on WWII airplanes. His special fascination was with the B-17-the Flying Fortress. Vin knew Chris' grandfather had been a navigator on one at the end of the War and had cultivated Chris's interest since childhood. Last year when his grandfather had died, Chris had been given all his grandfather's mementos including a leather bomber jacket Chris had placed along with various medals and ribbons in a case in the dining room. The jacket had colorful patches and was worn, discolored and been repaired many times but Vin often found himself staring at it. Wondering what stories it had to tell.
"Vin, look!!" Chris slammed on the brakes snapping Vin out of his revelry.
Vin looked to where Chris was pointing. Lumbering out of the sky was a huge shadow. Distinctive in its outline even Vin with his limited knowledge recognized the long wingspan and the four huge propellers of the Flying Fortress. Vin slapped Chris lightly on the shoulder and grinned when he saw the sparkle in Chris' eye and the eagerness in his look.
"Let's go Chris...I wanna see it land up close." Chris gave Vin a quizzical look and put the truck in gear sending it forward.
Two Weeks later:
Vin sat on a folding chair in the small workroom off the workout gym next to Chris's house. He self-consciously pulled his tongue back inside his mouth. It tended to slip between his lips when he concentrated intently on a task. His task of the moment was completing the airplane model before Chris came home.
The air show was still fresh in Vin's mind as he carefully placed the decal on the fuselage below the back windows. Smoothing the bubbles out with his finger, Vin let his mind wander back to the weekend air show.
Chris had tried to remain the cool ATF agent but the nearness of the planes and men who flew them soon had the blonde agent chatting and crawling all over the vintage planes. Vin had enjoyed watching Chris as much as he had himself enjoyed exploring the planes. Looking at the tiny cockpit with its minimal instrumentation, Vin marveled at the bombardier's simplistic targeting site. Vin had used more complicated sites on his sharpshooter rifles. Seeing Chris's fascination with new eyes, Vin vowed to learn all he could. When he had spied the Flying Fortress model in the hobby shop window the next week, he couldn't help but slip in to see it.
Vin had made airplane models before. Most of them the simple plastic ones he could afford on the money he earned doing chores as a teenager. The directions were hard for him to follow. "Tab A inserted into slot J of piece 2" was an instruction Vin often got lost reading. But he could look at the pictures and figure out how the pieces all fit. The Fortress he was now finishing had been the most complicated. It had spinning propellers; a ball turret that actually turned; top guns that could be repositioned, the flaps and tail rudder moved. Vin had even gone to the computer and with JD's help developed a decal with the plane's name on it. Printing it on transfer paper, it was now snuggly secure on the plane's nose.
Vin had held his silence despite JD's constant bugging. Vin didn't want Chris to pick up even a hit of what he was doing.
Vin stood and stretched. Looking down at the plane Vin admired his work. The bird looked like it could fly. He lightly touched the tip of the tail imagining Chris's reaction when Vin presented it to him. But that wouldn't be until late tomorrow.
Chris was in Washington with Josiah for leadership training courses. He had been gone two days now and was slated to return home on a four o'clock afternoon flight tomorrow.
Leaving the plane to finish drying, Vin went out into the gym and finished his workout. He had been faking workouts in order to have time to work on the model without Chris becoming suspicious. He was pretty sure Chris didn't suspect anything. With Chris out of town it had been a few days since Vin had any sexual relief. Refusing to indulge himself, Vin began a furious workout hoping to tire his body enough to sleep. Starting his kickboxing session, Vin grinned throughout the rest of his martial arts routine thinking about the plans he had organized.
Vin left work exactly at noon. With the team having no active case and Chris and Josiah out of town, the rest of the team had spent their days doing background work on two proposed cases given them from the local police. Vin had cleaned and checked all the handguns and rifles staying overtime yesterday so he could take off early today. Gathering his backpack, Vin made his goodbyes and headed toward the Jeep.
Arriving at the Ranch, Vin reached in the back seat of the Jeep and gathered the groceries he had purchased. Carrying them into the kitchen, he made quick work unpacking. Hurrying into the spare bedroom, Vin carefully took the model plane off the desk. Collecting the fishing line, he carefully hung the model at eye level in the middle of the hall. Going to the bedroom, Vin stripped the bed of the soft comforter and sheets and replaced them with cotton sheets and a large wool Army blanket.
Vin hung the various flight schedules and maps he had downloaded of Europe during WWII behind and in front of the bed. Placing a flight manual of the B-17 he had purchased online next to Chris's pillow, he smiled and went into the bathroom to prepare himself. Having been away from Chris for four days, Vin didn't think it was going to take much to get him ready. Laughing he tested the bathwater before stepping in.
Chris tossed his suitcase in the well of the passenger seat and settled his laptop bag in the seat. Leaning his head back against the headrest he rested his eyes for a few moments. Opening his eyes he saw snowflakes starting to drift through the low cloud covering. Hoping it wouldn't get worse before he got home, Chris leaned forward and clicked on his CD player.
Chris pulled out and was reaching out to pay his parking, when the powerful strains of the theme from Twelve O'Clock High washed over the truck cab. Puzzled Chris punched the reject button and waited for the CD to appear. Reaching out Chris held the CD upright. Printed on the label were the words "A little WWII inspirational music to get you in the mood". Still puzzled Chris began smiling when he saw a package partially hidden under his laptop.
Pulling out the package Chris recognized the scribble that Vin claimed was his handwriting. Peaking inside Chris pulled out a sweatshirt. On the front was printed a picture of a Flying Fortress and the words "Property of US Army Air Force". The note from Vin read.
Don't panic I didn't rig the truck with any Rolls Royce Engines to get you home faster. But don't stop for a cheeseburger!Chris smiled brightly and began easing the truck into rush hour traffic.
Vin finished his bath and dried off carefully. He pulled the uniform from the plastic cleaning bag and placed it on the bed. He had pulled his hair into a twist and eased the WWII pilot's cap on to his head. Leaving off the underwear, Vin slipped on the crisp shirt and baggy pants of a flight member. He had picked up the uniform and hat at a costume shop. He reminded himself to be careful not to let Chris rip anything off. Going to the hall closet, Vin reached in the back and pulled out his prize possession. It was a warm brown leather jacket with a fake fur collar. The jacket had several mission patches on it. Like the mission patches the jacket was a replica but was good looking and felt like silk against the naked skin. Smiling Vin remembered when he had pranced around in it butt naked. He would give it to Chris after he was finished using it tonight. Another good buy off the Internet, Vin thought to himself. Gonna have to pick up some over time at the range teaching armory to pay off his credit card, but he knew it was going to be worth it.
The sound of Chris' truck pulling up the drive had Vin dashing back to the bedroom and easing himself back on the bed.
Chris carried the sweatshirt along with his luggage as he opened the front door. A dim light was on in the hallway. There was just enough light to see another note pinned to the wall at the foot of the stairs. Chris listened carefully and heard the sounds of the movie Twelve O'Clock High playing on the den TV.
Smiling Chris put his bags down and made his way towards the stair well. Reading the note Chris laughed softly.
Watch your head!! And watch the threads!Chris fought the urge to take the stairs two at a time. Halfway down the hall he spied the Flying Fortress model. Chris studied the model carefully. He had seen the model unfinished before and thought about attempting to assemble it. He could see the fine detail and as he came around the backside to look at the left side of the plane, Chris stopped and stared. On the left side below the pilot's window was a very elaborate number seven in red. Shaped like a lucky horseshoe underneath the Seven were the words "MAGNIFICENT". Chris was drawn out of his spell by a voice coming from the bedroom. "If you don't hurry up Larabee I got something here that's gonna take off without you."
Laughing out loud Chris tossed his suit coat onto the bed in the guest room. Easing the door to their bedroom open slowly, Chris sucked in a breath at the sight.
Part 2
The entire bedroom had been made over like an officer's barracks room in England during WWII. Chris took in the flight schedule and the map of Europe but his eye was drawn back to the image of Vin resting on the bed. With the pilot's cap drawn over his eyes, Vin was stretched out in full flight clothing with one minor alteration. His half risen penis was peaking out of his zipper resting on his thigh. Vin's right hand was gently stroking it as he licked his lips.Chris pushed the door open feeling his own cock hot and tight inside his pants. Moving to stand over Vin he began unbuttoning his shirt pulling it out of his shirt quickly. "Capt. Larabee? Are you undressing in front of a fellow officer?"
Chris quickly joined in the game. "Fellow officer? Well, I hope so. They don't encourage fraternizing with enlisted men. You my new bunk mate?"
Vin licked his lips again and slid the cap back on his head. "Hoping to be more than just a bunk mate, Captain. I'm Vin Tanner. First Lt. Your new bombardier."
Chris leaned over and eased his pants off. Stepping out of his loafers, he was left with only his briefs on his well- sculptured body. Vin let his eyes move to the bulge in Chris' pants. Resisting the urge to reach out to touch it, he could see it was already moist with pre-cum excitement.
Chris knelt next to Vin's side of the bed. Reaching out he took Vin's hand in his and joined him in stroking Vin's shaft. "Guess we should seal our acquaintance with the customary handshake."
"I think more than a handshake is required Captain, seeing as we're gonna be bunkmates and all." Vin smiled and left Chris's hand where it was on his shaft and began to work on the buttons of his pants. Chris watched Vin fumble with the belt and buttons as he felt his own erection tighten against his stomach.
"Uh? Vin. Lt Tanner? I'm making a command decision here. Placing Vin's hand on his own freed organ, Chris made quick work of the belt and buttons. Helping Vin raise his hips, Chris eased the pants down and off Vin's legs. Moving to straddle Vin's hips, Chris began carefully undoing the buttons on Vin's shirt while he nibbled on the Lt.'s earlobe.
Vin moaned and thrust his hips upward in response to Chris's tongue entering his mouth. Reaching inside Chris's briefs, Vin eased out the engorged shaft and ran his hand down and over the tip. Chris groaned into Vin's mouth and began sucking and licking the inside on the "bombardier's " mouth. Vin pulled at Chris's waistband and with Chris's help "Lt Larabee" was soon rubbing his naked body against Vin.
"Lt. gotta do something here. I'm, huh, running with a full load. Need to unload some payroll here." Chris caught the twinkle in Vin's eye. Still with the leather jacket, cap and shirt on, Vin leaned over and pulled a large bottle out of the drawer in his side table. Handing it to Chris, Vin watched as Chris read the label.
"Flying Fortress motor oil?" Vin began to giggle as Chris poured some lube into his hand. "Well, you never know when an engine might run hot. You're going to be a great asset to the team."
"Thank you Capt. But I'm in need of some of that oiling right now. My engine is running really hot. Think yours is too.'' Sitting up to wrap his leather coated arms around Chris, Vin whispered. "Do me Chris. I've been planning this for too long. Gotta have ya now!"
Chris luxuriated in the soft leather smell and feel that surrounded him. Reluctantly releasing Vin, he eased his lover back onto the woolen blanket. Lifting Vin's hips Chris eased himself under and opened Vin's cheeks with his oiled fingers.
"Yeah, Chris!" Vin wiggled himself so that his legs were open and falling on either side of Chris's thighs. Feeling Chris's finger press slightly against his opening, Vin pushed slightly and felt Chris's finger slip inside. Chris rested momentarily as Vin adjusted to the pressure/pain he always experienced. When Vin sighed and thrust forward, Chris slipped another finger inside and began scissoring Vin's opening.
"God!! Chris!! Ah...more!" Vin tried to push downward to enhance the pleasure he was getting from Chris' manipulation. "OH!! Man!! There! That's ...oh...." Vin let his head fall back as Chris found his pleasure spot and stroked it softly. "Chris? I'm....ahh..." Vin felt his balls draw up and his penis jump as he began to ejaculate over Chris's stomach. He felt himself pump freely as at the same time Chris eased the head of his cock toward Vin's opening.
Taking in a deep breath, Vin smiled and looked directly into Chris's eyes. "Watch that angle of approach Captain. Don't wanna get too low in the glide path."
Eyeing Vin, Chris leaned forward and pressed himself slowly into Vin's hot moist opening. "You think this is my first approach without instruments. I'm one of those pilots who flies by the seat of my pants. Like to feel how my aircraft responds."
Vin was responding all right. Groaning and pushing beneath Chris, he felt Chris begin a slow easy thrusting movement as he leaned over Vin and licked the sweat from Vin's throat. Vin felt his own shaft stiffen and begin to rise between his legs. Reaching down he softly stroked himself in time to Chris's rhythm. The smell of the leather jacket, the moistness of Vin wrapped around his cock and the boiling of his sperm inside his pulsing balls had Chris on the edge. He was seconds away from releasing his load inside Vin. A moment they both waiting for.... Vin pushed and tried raising his hips up to increase the friction Chris was creating inside his body. The subtle shift in angle had Chris soon hitting Vin's spot with each stroke.
"Vin!! Oh, man...Vin...I'm so hot...so deep inside ya...Can you? I'm...ah, Vin! YES!!" Chris pressed himself as deep inside Vin as he could go. He felt his own cock pulsing and soon surrounded by his own warm liquid. Placing his hands underneath Vin, he lifted Vin's buttocks in an effort to drive himself deeper.
Vin groaned his own relief. His cum softly spurting out of him. Frowning slightly at the pain of Chris' deeper penetration, the spurting of Chris's hot liquid against his insides soon eased the spasm and Vin felt himself urging Chris to drive in more and deeper. "Yes...More Chris!! Do me...AH....God! I love you!!!"
Chris felt the last of his sperm leave his cock and Vin relax his body into Chris's thighs. Slowing his thrusts, Chris leaned over and spread Vin's sperm upward and around his groin and belly. Vin opened his eyes and smiled shyly at Chris actions. Sitting up enough to get the bomber jacket off, Vin eased out of it and handed it to Chris. "Want you in your jacket this time."
Surprised Chris took the jacket and slipped it on. "This time? You think I'm ready so soon." Chris joked as he felt his shaft start to harden inside Vin again.
Vin laid back and let his hand join Chris's as it stroked his own shaft into new life. "Well, a Flying Fortress squad was always on call. Always up and ready when needed, right?"
Chris leaned forward wrapping his leather- encased arms around his "bombardier". Before he started licking Vin's eyelids and earlobes, he whispered softly into Vin's ear. "What's that the bombardier always says as he releases his load?"
Vin arched his neck and purred. Turning his head to meet Chris's eyes, he grinned replied. "I think the term was 'bombs away'! Captain." Grinding his hips against Chris's engorged shaft deep within him, Vin groaned. "You got any more of those bombs left for me?"
Feeling Chris begin a slow sensuous stroking deep within him, Vin moaned as Chris answered. "Yep seems I do. Guess that refueling stop was good for more mileage. Lots more." Kissing Vin full on the mouth, Chris reached over and turned out the light. "Safe landing there, pard. Safe landing."
End
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